A Faceless Number

We are all faceless numbers

I am Number 1024 and he shall

knock on my worthless door

With his ruthless knuckles

He will present his report

And to take me ashore

To an unknown position of

Deprived confinement

My dismal parents I will

See them at last but the others

Who will they surpass

in a world so somber like ours

They take us all one by one

Like deceased petals on a rose

We all are expected to fall as one

Embedded in our tender tears

We reckon we have done no harm

My puerile blossoming joy

She has only just begun to thrive

How will I live when I no longer

Have a choice when I am just

A worthless petal who has fallen

On top of decayed accumulation

Of those who were ruthlessly

Taken away just like me

Number 1024

Author's Note

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Reviews

[RJS]

Well done. Keep writing!

[RJS]

Well done. Keep writing!